None of the elders beside Li Ming dared to step forward and comfort him.
Everyone knew that the City Lord's anger had reached the limit of his fury, and he urgently needed someone to vent his anger. No one wanted to touch this bad luck.
He was the governor of Gazing Homestead City, the first family in the empire, the Li Clan, and the younger brother of the current emperor.
First, his son was killed. Then, a hundred of his dragons were mercilessly killed.
Governor Li had lost all his dignity, and there was no hope of him getting it back.
And all of this was done by a young man and his War Dragon.
The young man was as calm as water from beginning to end. He did not even frown in the face of such a bloody scene.
From the beginning of the battle to the end, the dragon was still in high spirits and relaxed.
At that moment, everyone could not help but feel a chill in their hearts. A question mark appeared in their minds. Who was he?
Among the top forces in the Damo Kingdom, they had never heard of such a person.
The Grand Elder of Wanren Mountain, Wan Zhongshan, was sixty years old. His youngest son was eighteen, and his oldest son was almost forty.
This young man was definitely not from the Wan Clan.
Furthermore, Wanren Mountain was famous for their blades.
They had inherited the Bloodmoon Scimitar from the Saber Saint, not their fists.
The Grand Elders of Wanren Mountain had always been close to the royal family, and had formed an unbreakable alliance.
They could not be enemies with the Li Clan.
Then there was the City of Light and the Mercenary Guild. They could not be enemies with the royal family, nor did they dare to be enemies.
Then, this young man's background was somewhat mysterious.
Li Ming stood still in the air.
After five minutes, the violent aura on his body finally calmed down.
He knew that even if he exploded in anger, it would not help.
He could not continue fighting with this unknown young man in front of him.
The young man was obviously fearless and did not care whether his surname was Li or Wan.
However, there was no way Li Ming could accept his fate and swallow his anger.
Revenge for his son was only one of his reasons. The other was the Dongfang Clan's treasure map.
Just as he was about to get it, this young man interfered and the treasure map flew away.
"You win, kid. I, Li Ming, admit defeat today. Not only did I not get revenge for my son, but I was also defeated by you."
"I will remember this."
"Do you have the guts to leave your name so that we can find an opportunity to talk about it in the future?"
Li Ming decided to look for his second brother, the Grand Marshal, to deal with Zhang Xing together.
"My name is Zhang Xing. Anytime."
Zhang Xing waved his hand, and Long Yinian returned to his side.
He then turned around and said, not even bothering to look at Li Ming.
"Dongfang Biying, come with me. Your mounts are too slow."
Dongfang Biying and the others sat on the back of Long Yinian in a daze as the wind whistled beside their ears.
It wasn't until a long time later that they came to their senses. They had left City Lord Li Ming's encirclement and were on their way home.
An hour ago, when Zhang Xing reported his name and led Dongfang Wang and his siblings away on the dragon.
Li Ming didn't stop him, since he knew he couldn't.
"Zhang Xing. Good, very good. I'll remember this name. I'll immediately send an urgent report to the imperial capital."
"I respectfully request Your Majesty and the Grand Marshal to send reinforcements. At the same time, issue an arrest warrant for this person throughout the empire!"
Li Ming looked in the direction Zhang Xing disappeared, and his suppressed anger was ignited again.
He waited for more than ten seconds, but there was no response from his subordinates. The anger in his heart soared, and he turned around abruptly.
"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear my order?
Were you scared silly by that brat? "
The three elders in front of Li Ming were indeed scared silly.
"City Lord, he … he … he said his name was Zhang Xing."
One of the elders stammered.